Short Story: The Sculpture · 2:11am Sep 13th, 2022
This is not a story about ponies. No ponies here! Go elsewhere for ponies.
But this is a story for a D&D adventure I am writing. And I suppose it's also a story about what it means to have purpose, where we get that purpose form, and what happens when that purpose vanishes. People things, in other words.
The flower turns its face to the sun.